Lit Writ

SHIT HAIR POEM (also album review of halfaxa by grimes)

  • Graphic by Vivien Leung

The library smells like duck tape; I have shit hair, which explains the hoodie.
there’s no facebook emoticon to express ‘had sex all weekend.’

The library smells like duck tape; I have shit hair, which explains the hoodie.

there’s no facebook emoticon to express ‘had sex all weekend.’

what is art? it’s everything this question is not.

I saw grimes play halfaxa live and it felt like her heart was filling her entire chest.

listening to halfaxa by grimes I visualize a generic
urban metropolis that feels like every city; wet cement that says ‘cobra cock,’
artificial trees made from unpopular memoirs or short story collections.

a crowd of strangers wondering why their beds feel like large planes of indifference
and push-up bras with flower motifs on them,
a metaphor that is lost on me.

a mailbox is broken and disgusting and I want the mailbox to heal but the mailbox can’t heal.

there’s no facebook emoticon to express ‘the city feels like an alien complex
whose primary architect was some kind of introverted videogame level designer.’

the vocal track on halfaxa by grimes is
the loneliness that makes the buildings vibrate.

I have shit hair and there’s no facebook emoticon to express ‘I wish my hair was less shit
and that my primary concern was that there’s no facebook emoticon to express had sex all weekend.’

This article originally appeared in The Link Volume 31, Issue 16, published November 30, 2010.

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